Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 184 Feng Hou vs. Feng Hou, Zhou Sheng!
The afternoon sun was warm and gentle, casting a soft golden glow on the bluestone path of the Wang family's old house.

Mo Yu, hands tucked into his sleeves, slowly walked out of the deathly silent old house. His black Taoist robe swayed gently in the breeze, and a familiar shout reached his ears:

"Candied hawthorn berries—so sweet!"

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw the old man who had been pushing his cart and hawking his wares since morning. There were seven or eight strings of crystal-clear candied hawthorns stuck in the cart.

Mo Yu stopped, a slight smile playing on her lips, and took out her phone to scan the QR code: "I'll take them all."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly handed over the candied hawthorn.

Mo Yu took out a skewer and bit into it, the sweet and sour taste bursting on her tongue, and her smile softened even more. She casually distributed the rest to a few children around her who were staring longingly at her.

The children took the candied hawthorns, their eyes crinkling with smiles, mumbling "Thank you, brother," and skipping away.

Not far away, several parents noticed their children with candied hawthorns in their mouths and asked curiously, "Who gave you these?"

The children turned and pointed, only to find that the young Taoist priest who had been sitting on the stone bench, leisurely eating candied hawthorns, had disappeared.

Only a single bamboo skewer remained, stuck diagonally in the mud, casting a long, thin shadow in the sunlight.

It was rush hour, the streets were bustling with people, car horns were blaring, and the surging flow of people was like a tide.

Two figures moved through the crowd with an eerie rhythm.

The seemingly leisurely pace was incredibly fast, as if isolated from the surrounding hustle and bustle in two different times and spaces.

Neither hurried passersby nor the ubiquitous surveillance cameras on the street could capture their traces.

Mo Yu's steps seemed slow but were actually fast. She walked through more than a dozen streets, bypassed the bustling city, and finally arrived at a quiet little park on the outskirts of the city.

The park is filled with the swaying shadows of trees, the slanting rays of the setting sun, and the shimmering surface of the lake; it is almost deserted.

He stopped, turned around, looked behind him, and bowed respectfully.
"Mo Yu of Wudang pays respects to Senior Zhou!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a thin, monkey-like figure slowly emerged from the woods.

Dressed in a gray robe, with deep-set eyes, he was none other than Zhou Sheng, the creator of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques: Feng Hou Qi Men.

Because of the Thirty-Six Thieves, he has been living in seclusion under an assumed name for many years. The only things he cares about, besides his few remaining old friends, are this legacy.

Back then, he brought Feng Hou Qi Men back to Wudang, but none of his fellow disciples could decipher it, and several of them even lost their lives, which made him feel very bad.

Fortunately, a few years ago, a young man named Wang Ye successfully mastered the skill in just a few months.

He was quite happy at the time, but he never expected that Wang Ye was such a lazy bum.

It's one thing that Zhong Yunlong doesn't practice his few broken fist techniques properly, but he doesn't even cultivate his strange arts properly either!
The prestigious Feng Hou Qi Men, one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, has been used by this bastard as an air conditioner.

Zhou Sheng almost had a stroke from watching this. He had heard that Wang Ye had revealed his methods at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, and he already knew that he couldn't escape it.

In the troubles to come, he will inevitably use Feng Hou Qi Men frequently. At that time, giving him some guidance might help him understand the true mystery of this Qi Men method.

Before he could find a suitable opportunity to teach, Mo Yu came over and gave the person who was tailing him a warning by cutting off his arm that same day, quickly settling the matter.

Now, only two days later, not a single person was left alive in the Wang family's old house; it was a case of killing the monkey to scare the chicken.

No one will cause trouble afterward unless Mo Yu dies.

However, this wasn't a loss for Zhou Sheng.

Because he discovered that Mo Yu had also inherited his Feng Hou Qi Men technique.

Moreover, judging from the area that covers five standard basketball courts and the blockade of the Wang family's old residence, Mo Yu's development of Feng Hou Qi Men far surpasses that of Wang Ye.

More importantly, Zhou Sheng had just communicated with Wudang and learned that Mo Yu had learned this extraordinary skill less than three months ago, and that he had rescued Master Lu and Master Hong, who were lost in the inner realm.

You should know that this is something even Zhou Shengdu couldn't do, but this young Taoist priest in front of us, who looks even younger than Wang Ye, has accomplished it.

Zhou Sheng smiled, his tone relaxed yet probing: "How did you recognize me, kid?"

Mo Yu put his hands in his sleeves and said calmly, "I wasn't sure before, but I'm sure now."

Zhou Sheng nodded. "Very good, that's the feeling. That's how they play Qimen Dunjia."

If you encounter a situation, ask a bunch of questions, and then try to get some information out of them; you can usually get a pretty good idea of ​​the situation.

"You're pretty ruthless, kid. There were over a hundred people in the Wang family mansion, and you didn't leave a single one alive." Zhou Sheng's tone was calm, showing no displeasure.

He grew up in a chaotic world and later became one of the Thirty-Six Thieves, facing siege from the entire community of supernatural beings. Over the past few decades, what dark things hasn't he experienced and witnessed?

Gradually, his views on the distinction between good and evil became very different from those of ordinary people. Mo Yu could tell from the old man's expression and tone that he was not dissatisfied with his actions.

“There’s no way around it.” Mo Yu sighed and said slowly, “No matter how strong a person is, as long as they haven’t shed blood, there will always be people who will take advantage of the weak. To have enough deterrent power, you not only need to demonstrate your ability to cause harm, but also your willingness to do so.”

"I just want to tell some people, if you have any problems, come at me. If you mess with my family, not only will they die, but I'll also shake the egg yolk for you!" Mo Yu's gaze was slightly cold, still carrying a hint of madness.

The battle to annihilate the Wang family was not particularly difficult for Mo Yu, but its impact on him was significant.

Whether it was how others viewed him after the news spread, or how this event changed his temperament, its impact was definitely greater and wider than the battle of Quanxing Mountain.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng's expression remained unchanged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

The shadows of the trees swayed, ripples suddenly appeared on the lake, and an invisible pressure enveloped the surroundings.

He couldn't be bothered with all that nonsense. Everyone has their own way of living. What he truly cared about was his legacy.

"Kid, want to play a game with this old man?"

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Mo Yu lowered her head and remained silent.

To be honest, he was restless today. After personally slaughtering the Wang family and torturing Wang Ai repeatedly, he felt an exhaustion he shouldn't have felt.

This isn't some nonsense about emptiness after revenge; it's about too much 'karma' or negative emotions weighing on your heart.

He won't deny what he did, nor will he ignore the cause and effect; he just needs some time to process it.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Zhou." Mo Yu clasped his hands in a salute, sensing Zhou Sheng's goodwill.

There weren't many people who were kind to him, and even fewer in the Awakened Gods Chat Group, so he cherished and respected those who had good intentions towards him.

With a single step, the four plates rotated, and the Qimen Dunjia formation unfolded.

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Zhou Sheng and Mo Yu were both startled.

'Can't lock on?' Mo Yu was taken aback. He immediately put in even more effort, but still couldn't detect Zhou Sheng's figure in the Qimen formation.

'This kid has already established his central palace within his body?' Zhou Sheng was equally astonished. Facing Mo Yu, he could clearly see that Mo Yu's central palace was not outside, but inside his body.

Zhou Sheng slowly raised his right arm, palm facing upward, fingers slightly spread, as if plucking invisible strings.

In an instant, the earth trembled, and the soil surged like waves. Trees, like writhing dragons, twisted and coiled, their branches and leaves dancing wildly, blotting out the sky and the sun, transforming into countless sharp claws that reached out to grab Mo Yu.

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. He couldn't quite understand Zhou Sheng's strange formation, or even see it at all.

However, this did not prevent him from responding. With a wave of his hand, the four discs spun beneath his feet, and the trembling earth returned to calm, winding and spiraling back into place.

The water dragon, which was more than ten meters long, circled around him once before returning to the lake.

A gentle breeze blew by, and everything in this small park was exactly the same as before, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Feeling this power to manipulate things within the Qimen formation, Zhou Sheng was certain that Mo Yu had definitely completed the step of setting the 'Central Palace'.

But this only deepened his doubts: "Since you have already established the 'central palace' within your body, why are you still seeking it externally?"

Mo Yu looked confused and asked curiously, "The inner is detailed and the outer is vast. The two paths can be followed at the same time without conflict. Why limit yourself to only one path?"

Zhou Sheng's face twitched upon hearing this, and he was about to say something.

But when he thought of the prodigy in front of him who had mastered the Feng Hou Qi Men technique to such a level in less than three months of cultivation, he swallowed the lesson that was on the tip of his tongue.

“After you establish the ‘central palace’ within your body, you can activate the formation without being restricted by external forces and move freely.”

"But if you start by manipulating the changes in the world, those changes will affect your body after you close the game. In the long run, aren't you afraid that your body will turn into a lump of rotten flesh?"

Mo Yu blinked, opened his hand, and activated his profound skill, his right palm transforming into the Reverse Life True Qi before Zhou Sheng's eyes.

Although nothing was said, it was as if everything was said.

Meow meow meow? Influenced by heaven and earth, turned into a lump of rotten flesh?
It doesn't matter, I'll just use my inner power again.

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Zhou Shengman was full of questions.

No, what exactly did you study?
How did you manage to practice the Reverse Life Triple Technique while simultaneously cultivating the 'Feng Hou Qi Men' Qi circulation method?
(End of this chapter)